The Eye of a Cyclone Part 1
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The Eye Of a Cyclone
The Eye Of a Cyclone
I was going
to a picnic with my family comprising my mother, father, elder sister and
younger brother. We were halfway to our destination when the rains started. We
decided that we should stop by a restaurant and wait for the rains to stop.
The restaurant
on the highway was extravagant but almost empty. There was one waiter, the
owner who was also the chef and one another woman who had also stopped by
because of the rains.
Mom and my
little brother John were playing in the rain in a garden 40 yards from the
restaurant. John was running and mom was chasing him. That was when the first
wind hit. The swings started swinging violently and the shaky slide dropped to
the ground. Mom thought that it was a bit too windy and brought John back. They
changed their clothes and mom ordered for coffee.
The wind
blew violently outside and thunder shook the Earth but mom silently drank her
coffee inside. She was halfway through her cup when things got elevated. A
strong wind knocked heavily on the glass doors and the doors rattled on their
hinges.
The winds
grew so strong that a thin 50 feet cyclone formed 150 Yards from the
restaurant. It disappeared as soon as it had come, but it was a warning that
more were to come.
Scared and
terrified all of us asked the owner if there was a basement or something of
similar sort where we could be safe till the winds calmed. To our delight the
restaurant had a cellar where they kept the abandoned equipment.
Indeed the
cellar was nearly as lavish as the restaurant. 20 feet high walls separated the
cellar from the restaurant. Tiles made of Italian marble covered the floor.
Bright LED lamps filled the room with bright white light. The previous display
boards were retired to this place and one still usable water cooler stood
there.
All of us waited,
an hour passed but neither the winds nor the rains seemed to come to a halt.
That was when winds with the speed of upto 220km/h struck the place and the
whole building got ripped apart piece by piece. A man size hole exposed the
cellar (which was a safe heaven as of now) to the strong winds outside.
The wind
sucked everything that was light enough through the hole. Pieces of broken
plastic chairs flew to the hole into the chaos. Mom’s slippery hands lost grip
on John and John flew weightlessly towards the hole.
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